A rambling, scatterbrained account of the life of doll addict DorrieBelle. She's got an overworked husband, an autistic son, a damaged ticker and just discovered she's a full fledged insulin-using diabetic and slightly anemic. She's also a tightwad who loves to sew doll clothes, and could talk the ear off a bartender. And she's got a heckuva temper ! Luckily, her 'Empress of the Universe' delusion helps to keep things in check. If you wanna know more, we pity you... but here it is !

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Friday, December 12, 2014

Total Flea Market Disappointment

The Flea Market was a complete wash-out. Last time I saw that much
valueless junk in one place, I was trying to move it to our new house ! I mean,
do you know anyone that wants a large still-in-box John Goodman ‘Fred Flinstone’
doll from the live-action 1994 movie The
Flintstones ? Maybe if your American
Girl doll wants a father figure…

We walked around twice, and about the only interesting thing,
besides the sheer volume of crap nobody wanted, was the birds who flew around
inside, dining on spilled popcorn and perching on booth walls. Mostly sparrows.

My stomach started up again towards the end of the second circuit,
and we left for home without visiting the nearby thrift I’d planned to. Didn’t buy a thing. I’d
promised Dearest Son a slushie if we didn’t, and I want him to see that Beloved
Hubby and I will do all we can to keep our promises, so off we went. He had to
go in by himself, though, I was really in some pain. I kept an eye on him, and
he did fine.

A nap at home, and I felt better. Made lunch, but couldn’t eat
much before my tummy was ticked again. I think I’m gonna give up eating, it
only ends in pain for me !

2 comments:

It's that darn hernia. My actual digests-food stomach is protruding outside my belly muscle wall. Not much I can do, it can poke without warning, and it hurts like anything. It sounds odd, but it helps to pass gas, belch, or divest myself of my last meal. They're gonna try to fix it, once they're sure I won't croak on the table. In the meanwhile, rest, soft, gentle massage, relax, and try not to eat stuff that'll make ya bloat. Easy for them to say ! :) Went all day today without so much as a twinge - even while dealing with the ILs ! - so I'm hoping to have a few more days without writhing around praying for death.